Curiously, I don’t remember inviting depression and anxiety into my life during my early teenage years and yet they have been frequent visitors ever since.
It was only a short while ago when these unwanted guests made their appearance and I found myself, once again, feeling heavy. Admittedly, I am a rather emotional being, but crying became noticeably more intense, and my limbs preferred to be attached to the comfort of a sofa, or a mattress. If asked, it would have been a struggle to suggest a single characteristic I liked about myself, let alone loved.
One particular day, I’d had enough. I tore out a piece of paper from my A4 notebook and began writing down, very carefully, four words in large, spiny capital letters:
It needed to be visible and so I propped it onto the mantel-piece; an act of self-care.
What I have learnt to treasure is my innate ability of self-motivation. Even in a period of weakness and irrational thought, I had no intentions of giving in to it. When it gets hard, I care for myself as I would a good friend.
My inner drive blossoms best when I’m performing creative tasks like filming and writing. It’s not about getting it right first time (I wish!) but is instead a continual effort to learn and improve. This blog is having a fresh start and it warms my heart to know that I have grown.
How would you answer this question?
I encourage you to explore this privately in your journal, or share your thoughts in the comments below!
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